Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Index,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.